Brooklyn's Finest Page #4

Oh sh*t, though. Did you see?

Oh, you should've...

Vinny and Vito when I told them

when I came in,

they were... they light up.

Oh. Yeah, we've been down

this road before though, you know?

No, we haven't.

We haven't been down this road.

Yeah, get their hopes up...

the swimming pool.

- Don't...

- I don't mean to be negative, but...

You don't mean to be negative,

but, you know... pop!

No, it's...

it's gonna be all right, okay?

I promise you.

- I absolutely promise you.

- I just think you should keep it...

- till it's, you know?

- No.

- No, this is not like before.

- Yeah, I do.

It is not like... come on, look at this.

This is our house.

We belong here.

Look at this.

Right here you have a little pool

for a little turtle for Mr. Vinny.

All right, over here you have

a little garden for Vicky.

And in here is the kitchen.

You've seen the kitchen, right?

- Yeah.

- Oh, this kitchen's gonna knock you out.

- Sal, I don't... Sal. Sal.

- You know, they've got this great...

- Sal, I believe you.

- No, you don't believe me.

Sal. Sal, you tell me

the sky's purple,

I'm gonna believe you, okay?

- Did you go to the doctor today?

- Yes.

- Yeah? What did he say?

- Yeah, I... yeah, I feel worse,

you know, and I should feel better

than I do.

He goes on and on. It's just...

Yeah, well, you're still not

telling me what he said.

- Yeah, I know, 'cause you know why?

- Why?

'Cause I got dizzy... twice.

Oh, f***. You're getting dizzy spells?

You're getting dizzy spells

- and you're not telling me?

- A little bit.

Angie, you cannot do that.

You've gotta tell me.

Okay? 'Cause it's the f***ing mold

in these walls.

That's what it is.

You know it is.

It gets to your asthma.

It goes into your lungs.

No no no, baby.

No no no.

You need a new house.

I'm calling Mrs. Vincent right now.

Sal, I don't need anything.

I really don't.

Just you, babe.

No, you need a new house, okay?

Somebody needs to take care of you,

and that somebody is me, okay?

Yo, for real, son.

I've got a new spot.

Gonna get some more girls,

- up in Westchester.

- Westchester?

You got her?

I've got some b*tches

up in Westchester too.

- Oh, word?

- Look at this nasty ass ho.

You were giving her too much of that sh*t.

Yo, she can't handle that sh*t.

Check this out, b*tch.

You'd better pull your sh*t together quick.

You understand? You don't get sick

unless I tell you to get sick.

What the f*** you looking at, trick?

Get your sh*t together.

Oh, yeah, there you go.

There you go.

- Mm-hmm.

- Yeah.

That's right, baby.

Just relax. Yeah.

- Slower. Slower. Slower. Slower.

- Like that?

- Slower. Yeah.

- Yeah.

- Yeah, baby.

- Yeah. Yeah.

- Yeah. Oh, yeah. Yeah.

- Slower. Slower. Slower.

- Easy. Oh, yeah.

- Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah, baby. Oh!

Ah.

#One pill makes you larger #

#And one pill makes you small #

#And the ones

that mother gives you #

#Don't do anything at all... #

Hey, Papi, can I ask you a question?

Why you ain't got

no bullets in your gun?

Can I ask you something?

What do you see

when you look at me?

#Has given you the call #

#Call Alice... #

Yeah.

What's wrong, Papa?

You gonna speak up?

Or do I have to suck it out of you?

Hmm? Come here.

Sit back.

#Go ask Alice #

#I think she'll know... #

Talk to me, Papi.

Mmm. Easy.

Easy easy easy easy easy.

Slow slow slow slow slow slow.

This kid... f***ing kid...

easy easy easy.

Just your tongue.

This f***ing kid... this rookie prick,

that bullshit look in his eyes,

like Lancelot or something.

He's gonna fix everything,

f***ing kid.

Like this is his only reason

for getting up in the morning.

Yes, right there.

Right there. Right there.

He doesn't know...

he don't know a mean

f***ing universe out there.

F*** yeah.

Now I lay me down to sleep.

I pray the Lord my soul to keep.

If I should die before I wake,

I pray the Lord my soul to take.

Amen.

What do you do now?

- Good night, Dad.

- Good night, you two.

I love you.

Love you too.

Yo, everything safee.

All right, hold it down.

Yo, J-Mill start wrapping them shits

like they're Christmas presents.

Get them things flying.

- Don't rush perfection.

- Word up, man.

- Yo, Jeb!

- Yo.

- Yo, Jeb, man.

- Whoo!

- Yo, that's a 50 right there.

- I can work with that.

- Yo, Wiz.

- Yo.

Yo, it sunny out there or what?

Hey, what you need to do is...

Get the f*** out of here.

I mean it...

you gangster, boy.

Come on, Jeb.

Just bring back that bread.

Yeah, that's what I'm talking about.

My niggas are fresh, man.

F*** this sh*t, man.

I hate this stupid ass bullshit.

- B*tch ass nigga.

- That's bullshit.

Hold up, man.

Let me make sure.

It's cool outside, man.

I'm stepping out to the store.

All right. All right.

Niggas always talking sh*t.

Yo, man, get this goddamn

refrigerator out of here, man.

Hey, you're gonna take me right back

to where you came from

or I'm gonna blow your

motherfucking brain out.

You got that, Coolio?

You got it?

You gonna say a f***ing word?

No. Yeah, that's right.

All right, go go go.

Flinch and I will blow out

the back of your f***ing spine.

- Now open the door, b*tch.

- You're gonna get me killed, man.

- Go!

- Police!

Oh sh*t!

Get down on the ground!

- Go!

- Don't move, police!

Don't f***ing move.

Oh sh*t.

Oh sh*t.

Check the bathroom.

Check the bathroom.

Get inside there.

Make sure it's all clear.

Come on, get down.

Don't f***ing move.

Here we go.

Police! Police!

Open the door.

Open the door.

Shut the f*** up, b*tch!

Come on, I got this, man.

Take this, take this.

B*tch, shut the f*** up, yo.

Yo, come on.

Hurry up.

- Go go go!

- Hands where I can see 'em.

What the f*** are you doing

by the window? What the f***?

Where's the money?

Are you hiding money?

Did you throw it out the window?

You're f***ing lying to me.

- Are you lying to me?

- No, I'm not.

- Where is the f***ing money?

- Ain't no money.

Somebody out there? Huh?

Who's that? Who's that?

Hey! Get the f*** down.

Get the f*** down.

Do not even f***ing

look at me, a**hole.

- The money's left the building.

- Sal, what are you doing, man?

- Shut your f***ing mouth.

- The money's left the building.

Stop!

- Hey!

- Aah!

Get off me!

- Do not f***ing move.

- Get off me.

You hear me?

Do not f***ing move.

Suspect got away.

Suspect got away.

- Please.

- Where's the money? Huh?

Where's the money?

What the f*** are you talking about?

I ain't got no money.

Don't got any money?

What are you running for

if you don't have any money?

I could have shot you

in the f***ing back.

Get out of here. Get your sh*t and get

out of here before you get me in trouble.

What the f***? Diapers?

What the f***?

- F***! Holy sh*t!

- Sh*t.

Oh f***.

- Hey, what's up?

- How you doing?

- That the botulism special?

- Hey, vamos, Tango.

Who's that at the table with Bill?

I don't even know, man.

Clarence... I mean Tango.

I'd like you to mean Special Agent...

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